Fuck those fairy tales That talks about happily ever afters There ain’t such things In the real world What remains is how well you spend Each day you are lucky to breath Live well, eat well, Spend well Life is too short for crap and shit Be someone who others respect Be a Man, a Woman not dick or a pussy ...

It’s hard to be like this When things don’t fit right When things are not clear Like Black and White But you should know That I always try To always be Your shining Knight If you ever decide To leave me and go Remember! no matter what I will always love you.

You throw your lasso clear and far It lands tight around my waist And try as I might to pull away You keep me in this place I’m trying hard to forget you I’m desperate to move on But you have this hold on me And so my heart is torn It isn’t fair – you chose her You left ...

She could sweep me off my feet with her swee touch and embrace take me to the dark side with a touch from her warm lusious lips Make me drool over and over when she look at me through her eyes I pray for the heavens Not to take her away from me. I am glad that she is mine. ...

When that glass of vodka zips through my veins shaking my bones and senses Making me unconcious I remember you Sitting beside me Sharing that experience Those after dark moments Like a broken cigarette burning into its last moments I remember you The smoke we created together which helped us end our hunger It was pure magic It was pure ...

I will not write of you Cz you asked me not to I will keep the lines intact For a novel of fact Under a fictious tag Of an amazing nag (of me ofcourse) I will write of men Of women and their men With nothing of exception But just mere exemptions In my life of desertion Of those I ...

I have forgotten last week, and last year took place inside a long glass twinkling with snow dust. Where are we now, The year racing perenially and not one stab in the archives, cutting off a slab of poetry to prepare and publish for the Palm Sunday meal, which is always fatefully a week ahead of the cross, but ...

rainy days are for getting lost lost in memory, lost in timein vapour filled worldsdreamt up by the parched earthrainy days are for colouring inthe faint whispery drawingsetched with time and loveon the membranes of the heartrainy days are for murmuringsburied but not forgottento be dredged up one by oneand released to the crying skyrainy days are for tracingsfingertip on ...

In Sri Lanka The moon is out I think No, not a full moon Just a patch of light Straining through the darkness And not everywhere equally bright In the north I feel It must look like A glimmer But still a light Some think it’s the sun But the sun comes out in the morning It’s still only ...

When I don't see that Beautiful smile on your face Tear drops roll down my face Pulling my hair And running here and there Thinking how to carve that beauty Back on to your face... You can call me crazy, nut or a pain I don't care and don't know how to explain But one thing I know it for sure Almighty wants me to love you more and more... I know I'm from nowhere But you taught

Desperado you are Craving for presence, for attention Are you engulfed in emotion? Or stuck on a precipice of doubt and madness Do you remember the glory past? Where you were a hero among the doubters Now you have become the monster of change Did you get a transplant done or a tumor? Desperado, I hope you can hear You ...

No more are theUmbrellas the young ones have gone home even the most defiant eventually succumbed tothe persuasive reason(minimum force, mind you)now these avenues are walking paths for the old men to stroll through the remnants of the revoltto click a photo peacefully to ponder for a moment and wonder endlessly like young men would අවසන්ය විප්ලවය ආපහු ගිහින් කොල්ලෝ ...

I see you in all your colour I see you right up close And each day I fall harder And it makes me more morose Because you are so close to me And yet you’re out of reach And no matter what I tell my heart No matter what I preach Every time I see you laugh with glee Dance ...

I have learned humility to respect my brother, to walk on the straight line when the man in blue requires compliance, but I am not drunk, and I am not free, yet tonight I will eat hoppers on national televsion, not in a private soiree, so the fisherman and cobbler, the man who shaved my beard, will see that ...